Constipation Camp Lyrics - Cattle Decapitation

with a hose 

no one will ever find you 

The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street 

weeks of returning to relax in the meat 

Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat 

The smell of the carnage 

begin the excretement 

Choice picked tidbits of ligaments 

I mix for an afternoon sludge soup 

constantly craving, needing to eat shit 

No escape from this place 

life condemned to rot 

pulpy ulcerous filaments 

gagged snot and clots